At one o’clock we began to feel hungry again and got up, and the host provided us with an excellent dinner, after receiving instructions from me.  I was astonished not to see the carriage draw up, but I waited patiently all day.  Night came on and still no coach, and I began to feel anxious; but the Corticelli persisted in laughing at everything.  Next morning I sent off an express messenger with instructions for Costa.  In the event of any violence having taken place, I was resolved to return to Florence, of which city I could at any time make myself free by the expenditure of two hundred crowns.

The messenger started at noon, and returned at two o’clock with the news that my servants would shortly be with me.  My coach was on its way, and behind it a smaller carriage with two horses, in which sat an old woman and a young man.

“That’s the mother,” said Corticelli; “now we shall have some fun.  Let’s get something for them to eat, and be ready to hear the history of this marvellous adventure which she will remember to her dying day.”

Costa told me that the auditor had revenged my contempt of his orders by forbidding the post authorities to furnish any horses for my carriage.  Hence the delay.  But here we heard the allocution of the Signora Laura.

“I got an excellent supper ready,” she began, “according to your orders; it cost me more than ten pauls, as I shall shew you, and I hope you will make it up to me as I’m but a poor woman.  All was ready and I joyfully expected you, but in vain; I was in despair.  At last when midnight came I sent my son to your lodging to enquire after you, but you may imagine my ’grief when I heard that nobody knew what had become of you.  I passed a sleepless night, weeping all the time, and in the morning I went and complained to the police that you had taken off my daughter, and asked them to send after you and make you give her back to me.  But only think, they laughed at me!  ’Why did you let her go out without you? laughing in my face.  ‘Your daughter’s in good hands,’ says another, ’you know perfectly well where she is.’  In fact I was grossly slandered.”

“Slandered?” said the Corticelli.

“Yes, slandered, for it was as much as to say that I had consented to your being carried off, and if I had done that the fools might have known I would not have come to them about it.  I went away in a rage to Dr. Vannini’s, where I found your man, who told me that you had gone to Bologna, and that I could follow you if I liked.  I consented to this plan, and I hope you wilt pay my travelling expenses.  But I can’t help telling you that this is rather beyond a joke.”

I consoled her by telling her I would pay all she had spent, and we set off for Bologna the next day, and reached that town at an early hour.  I sent my servants to the inn with my carriage, and I went to lodge with the Corticelli.

I spent a week with the girl, getting my meals from the inn, and enjoying a diversity of pleasures which I shall remember all my days; my young wanton had a large circle of female friends, all pretty and all kind.  I lived with them like a sultan, and still I delight to recall this happy time, and I say with a sigh, ‘Tempi passati’!